Pragya POV
I woke up in a very uncomfortable position. I'm still wearing my wedding dress and ornaments. I'm not even in a proper position. I still have no idea how I fell asleep. Everything from last night came to me. I was waiting for him, but he didn't come. I was excited and nervous, but he was not there. The room is still the same which means he didn't come at all. It was all me. My first wedding night was all me. But why?
I look at the clock it was 7:30.
Shit!
I have to leave for Patna. I rest the thought of my new husband and get ready. I wore a simple dress. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had let my hair down and just wore a mangal sutra.
I thought I should call him, but I don't know I didn't. I left my room and went outside to see. He was already ready and was with his family. He was happy and smiling. There was my Husband, Ishan Kishan.
Yes. Ishan Kishan
I wanted to talk to him, but we were with family. I wanted to know where he spent the whole night. When we reached Patna, the whole ceremony happened for a welcome home bride. One of Ishan's sisters was standing near his room door. She said, "Have fun" and left.
As we entered the room I asked,
"Ishan, I want to ask something?"
No reply.
"Ishan?"
No reply.
I looked toward him, he was at the front of the bed, looking at his phone. I went and stood in front of him and asked again,
"Ishan?"
"WHAT?"
He screamed. He literally Screamed and stood up. He was standing in front of me. We were so close but not in a romantic way. I could see anger in his eyes.
"Ish-Ishan?"
I stammered.
"Stop saying my name."
He said with gritted teeth.
"Where were you last night?"
"Why do you care?"
"Cause I'm your wife."
"Oh yeah. WIFE. Bloody wife"
He shouted again. I know there was no wall behind me, but I was frozen there. I have never seen Ishan like that.
"You are the reason I'm here. YOU are the reason I was out last night. "
He answered.
"What do you mean?"
I asked more in a whisper.
"YOU are the reason I'm not in Australia. You are the reason I hate my life right now. I HATE YOU"
He shouted and left the room. I just couldn't process what just happened. I was so damn happy 24 hours ago. I was getting married. But everything changed upside down.
Ishan didn't come to the room. I was there all along the whole night. So, I did some research about what he said, and I found out that, he was selected for the T20 world cup but couldn't go because of his marriage. And that is why He hates me. Wow, his anger toward me is justified.
It's been a month since the whole 'I hate you' incident. The day we came to Mumbai, he left for training in Chennai for a Series with South Africa. India won the first ODI. Yesterday Surya and Devisha had come for dinner. The whole time we pretend to be happy. Devisha and I became good friends. Ishan was leaving for the match when I wished him,
"All the best"
He just Hmmed me.
"I'll see you at the stadium."
He turned around and said,
"What?"
I repeated myself.
"No. No. No. No. You are not coming to the stadium."
"Why?"
"Because you will bad luck to the team and me"
"What?"
"Yes, and I hate you."
"Ish-"
"Don't worry, I'll say to Bhabhi that you were ill or something."
And he left. I just sat on the couch. I wanted to cry but I don't know. I also dreamed of my wedding, as all the typical movies and series have shown. Romance and a small fight but getting back together. But mine involves just hate. I watch the match from home and Ishan got out. On duck.
So, I decided that I will do what makes Ishan Happy. If not watching his match makes him happy, I will do that. Because I watched his match, and he got out. Maybe he was right about the bad luck thing.
I went to bed before Ishan could come back. I was lying on the bed and thinking about the whole time with Ishan. I still remember when I first meet him, I knew who he was, and I was excited. Our fathers knew each other. While thinking I concluded that whenever we meet it was all me talking. I know I'm friendly, but it was all me. He just replied to my questions. I started liking Ishan because I always thought he was a listener but no he was just ignoring me.
I could hear Ishan coming back home and how disappointed he is. I could feel his anger. Anyone would be disappointed to get out on duck after scoring 200. That too to be the youngest player to do so.
